La. An Irish and an English footeman!
M. Bon. Will they runne this way?
La. Just before you, I must have a bet!
[Exit.
M. Bon. Nay, nay, you shall not leave me.
Mistress Carroll. Do it discreetely, I must speak to him,
To ease my heart. I shall burst else.
Weele expect ’em here, Cousen, do they runne naked?
M. Bon. That were a most immodest sight.
M. Ca. Here have bin such fellowes, Cousen.
M. Bon. It would fright the women!
M. Ca. Some are of opinion it brings us hither.
Harke what a confusion of tongues there is.
Let you and I venture a paire of Gloves
Upon their feete; I’le take the Irish.